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Author's Note: Well, here's the newest chapter. It's shorter then some of the others, and I'm sorry for it x.x. Hope you still enjoy it though!
Pairings: 1x2x1, 4x3x4? No lemon, as usual. I hope you continue reading though...
Heartfelt Desires
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Eleven
Quatre was in the ballroom the next morning, helping the cleaning crews, when he felt a wave of dizziness and depression. He fell to one knee, dazed, trying to regain his bearings. The assault of emotions were almost more then he could bear. It felt as though every happy thought was drained from him, and he clenched his eyes close, gasping with labored breath. He lost himself in a dark void, but through the darkness came a light that pierced through the shadows.
He opened his own eyes and found himself staring at emerald green ones that peered at him from beneath long, chestnut bangs. Trowa had one arm on Quatre's shoulder, and his eyes were full of concern.
"Are you okay, Quatre?"
The blond boy gulped and finally managed to wrestle down the renegade emotions. Added to these, however, were strong emotions of his own. "Yes...but something's wrong.... Something is very wrong...." He closed his eyes and focused, trying to figure out what was wrong with him, where these dark feelings came from. it came to him in a flash. "Duo...something's wrong with Duo!"
Trowa helped the blonde to his feet and wrapped an arm around the boy's waist, draping Quatre's arm over his shoulder to help him walk. Together, they headed towards Duo's room. As they approached, the feelings of despair and depression increased to a sickening degree, but Qthe Arabian was able to force it down. At the door, he slipped from Trowa's arms and opened the door, resting upon the doorframe.
It was dark inside, except for the sliver of light the came in through the curtains over the window. Duo was in bed, but one look at the girl told them that something was very wrong. She was curled up in a ball, shivering, bed covers thrown all around. She was breathing raggedly, like she couldn't get a proper breath.
Quatre stumbled forward then turned to look at Trowa. "Get Sally! She's the closest we have to a doctor in the house!"
A flicker of concern crossed the other boy's eyes, but he left silently and swiftly. Quatre fell onto the bed beside Duo, and slowly raised his hand. He needed to find out what was wrong with her, and this was the only way he knew how to. He gently rested his hand on the shivering girl's forehead.
He gasped as the full force of what Duo was feeling hit him like a sledgehammer. He felt despair at having something in reach, but afraid to go for it, to take it. He felt desperation, as in wanting something so much that he'd be willing to do anything for it. He felt depression; as if the person he loved most didn't share the same feelings. His mind swirled and he thought of someone, his secret love, but Duo's emotion pulled through. Heero. She wanted to be with Heero, wanted to reveal herself to him, wanted to hold him, to love him. But he was out of reach, beyond her. She didn't think that he loved her.
Quatre recoiled and fell off the bed with a thump. The flood of emotions mimiced his own longing for his secret love. He too wanted to reveal what he felt for the youth who had captured his heart. In a moment Trowa had returned, Sally beside him. Sally took one look at the girl and rushed over. She was still in her nightclothes, but she clutched a bag in one hand. "Trowa! Take Quatre to his room! There's nothing he can do now!"
Trowa nodded and kneeled, then scooped the trembling blond into his strong arms, then turned and left. The blonde gently clutched at Trowa, though he was only half aware he was doing so. Trowa voiced no objections, and in his heart, relished the moment, even thought it came from less-then-satisfying circumstances.
On the first floor he pushed Quatre's door open with his shoulder, sliding in with the shivering boy in his arms. He gently laid the blonde on his bed then drew the covers over him. He straightened up and gazed silently at the prone form of his dearest friend. He turned to go check on the "Goddess of Death", but he would return to his slumbering angel.
Author's Note: Well, here's the newest chapter. It's shorter then some of the others, and I'm sorry for it x.x. Hope you still enjoy it though!
Pairings: 1x2x1, 4x3x4? No lemon, as usual. I hope you continue reading though...
Heartfelt Desires
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Eleven
Quatre was in the ballroom the next morning, helping the cleaning crews, when he felt a wave of dizziness and depression. He fell to one knee, dazed, trying to regain his bearings. The assault of emotions were almost more then he could bear. It felt as though every happy thought was drained from him, and he clenched his eyes close, gasping with labored breath. He lost himself in a dark void, but through the darkness came a light that pierced through the shadows.
He opened his own eyes and found himself staring at emerald green ones that peered at him from beneath long, chestnut bangs. Trowa had one arm on Quatre's shoulder, and his eyes were full of concern.
"Are you okay, Quatre?"
The blond boy gulped and finally managed to wrestle down the renegade emotions. Added to these, however, were strong emotions of his own. "Yes...but something's wrong.... Something is very wrong...." He closed his eyes and focused, trying to figure out what was wrong with him, where these dark feelings came from. it came to him in a flash. "Duo...something's wrong with Duo!"
Trowa helped the blonde to his feet and wrapped an arm around the boy's waist, draping Quatre's arm over his shoulder to help him walk. Together, they headed towards Duo's room. As they approached, the feelings of despair and depression increased to a sickening degree, but Qthe Arabian was able to force it down. At the door, he slipped from Trowa's arms and opened the door, resting upon the doorframe.
It was dark inside, except for the sliver of light the came in through the curtains over the window. Duo was in bed, but one look at the girl told them that something was very wrong. She was curled up in a ball, shivering, bed covers thrown all around. She was breathing raggedly, like she couldn't get a proper breath.
Quatre stumbled forward then turned to look at Trowa. "Get Sally! She's the closest we have to a doctor in the house!"
A flicker of concern crossed the other boy's eyes, but he left silently and swiftly. Quatre fell onto the bed beside Duo, and slowly raised his hand. He needed to find out what was wrong with her, and this was the only way he knew how to. He gently rested his hand on the shivering girl's forehead.
He gasped as the full force of what Duo was feeling hit him like a sledgehammer. He felt despair at having something in reach, but afraid to go for it, to take it. He felt desperation, as in wanting something so much that he'd be willing to do anything for it. He felt depression; as if the person he loved most didn't share the same feelings. His mind swirled and he thought of someone, his secret love, but Duo's emotion pulled through. Heero. She wanted to be with Heero, wanted to reveal herself to him, wanted to hold him, to love him. But he was out of reach, beyond her. She didn't think that he loved her.
Quatre recoiled and fell off the bed with a thump. The flood of emotions mimiced his own longing for his secret love. He too wanted to reveal what he felt for the youth who had captured his heart. In a moment Trowa had returned, Sally beside him. Sally took one look at the girl and rushed over. She was still in her nightclothes, but she clutched a bag in one hand. "Trowa! Take Quatre to his room! There's nothing he can do now!"
Trowa nodded and kneeled, then scooped the trembling blond into his strong arms, then turned and left. The blonde gently clutched at Trowa, though he was only half aware he was doing so. Trowa voiced no objections, and in his heart, relished the moment, even thought it came from less-then-satisfying circumstances.
On the first floor he pushed Quatre's door open with his shoulder, sliding in with the shivering boy in his arms. He gently laid the blonde on his bed then drew the covers over him. He straightened up and gazed silently at the prone form of his dearest friend. He turned to go check on the "Goddess of Death", but he would return to his slumbering angel.